I get no joy from gardening. Dirt under the nails just isn't my look. But the front of our house needed work.
I hate gardening. There, I’ve said it. Flame me, roll your eyes. Go ahead. I don’t care. I find zero satisfaction down on my increasingly creaky knees digging among the crawlies and worms, wearing a crazy-lady hat with a net, sprayed down with poison so I won’t get … [Read more...]